He hates The Cone.I took it off so he could eat and drink. Yesterday, Sally hand fed him, and I helped him drink water. That cone is pretty big on him. He keeps running into stuff and scraping up against the walls. It's funny and sad at the same time. He won't fit in his kennel, where he usually sleeps at night. So, for the next ten days, he's going to sleep with us. I tried to get him to sleep on the floor - I put his blanket out and hoped the pain pills would make him groggy enough to trick him to sleep there, but nothing doing. Even The Cone wouldn't prevent him from jumping up on our bed and sleeping on my feet. I felt so bad for the poor guy that I let him.
Here's the tail. It's not so bad, right?
We still love him. He may drive me crazy at times, but he's a good dog.